Dear Readers and Followers, last night I trawled through WordPress a little, and my feed is mostly made up of Bipolar related ish – wonder why… Seriously though, I happened on an article posted by a fellow blogger which talked about what I thought is the desensitisation of real mental illness. And it struck me that while my blog tries to smile at my day to day experiences, frankly, none of it is funny. The article described how people had gotten together for a dinner party, read through a DSM (read psychiatrist condition and symptoms manual) checklist for a particular anxiety disorder and eventually the party determined that they ALL had some kind of mental illness. At this point I am sighing A LOT, getting angry much – but also challenging myself. Not known for my brevity, I will try and keep it short and simple:
People with “real” mental illness would NEVER make it up, and no, we’re not “exaggerating”. I have truly witnessed (and it happens regularly) the feeling that the earth will swallow me up. That my chest is empty – or filled with what feels like sharp shooting daggers when something painful is levelled at me, and particularly when I am am flooded with memories of a painful past. Yes my eyes leak, yes I tremble, yes I look to others for support. Sometimes I respond by being irritable, and sticking my claws out to all and sundry. No, I don’t need a cotton woolled existence, but I need you to know that it’s hard, very hard and I am trying my best, however and whatever that is at a given point, so please minimally respect THAT.
People with mental illness are invisible when they’re sick: Now I don’t own an invisible cape, although I’d love one for those earth swallowing moments, but it doesn’t happen. I have often experienced people talking about me, without me, in the same room. I have felt and seen raised eyebrows, nudges, and suggestions that I need a rest / take an anxiety tab (not in so many words) or be escorted home / to hospital etc. One of my personal favourites is when someone rubs my head and says it will be fine. Be strong. There is nothing “fine” about being actively ill, and minimally I don’t need my unruly mop of hair to be rubbed, I am not a pet and it doesn’t help with my I’m not homeless look attempts. Usually, I try to ignore it, or am so obviously overwhelmed with continuing to live in my body and brain, that it goes seemingly un-noticed. But I did see and I did feel the “wow you are so mentally ill but lets pretend you not vibe” and I cannot un-see or un-feel it. And when I can, I WILL take action against you because no-one ever, for any reason, should have their dignity stripped. I am NOT a small person – so newsflash to people who do this – I AM STILL THERE.
People with mental illness experience life akin to those people who are normal. I could write BLOGZ, BOOKS, NOVELS about what being normal means, how to pretend to do it and fit in (well for as long as you can) and I have come to the resounding conclusion that it’s over-rated, no-one really knows what it means, and everyone is constantly soul searching for their Dalai Lama explanation to life that is on a good day, very difficult. I’m done doing that, and I’ve thrown away the map to normal life. I’d rather try to bravely walk through my mental illness minefield, avoiding and sharing with others, just how to hop, skip and jump over life’s bombs. So thanks – but you can keep your normal.
You do or don’t need psychiatric medication and even when you do take it, you should be “fine”. I have a Bipolar friend who does not take psychiatric medication, and honestly, I don’t even know if he has a treatment team. Eeck. I do take my medication everyday, and I have a psychiatrist and psychologist on fast dial, and I see them regularly. In the country I live in, this kind of care is based on whether you have a private medical scheme and if you don’t – you at the mercy of a system where there are far too few psychiatric anythings, let alone medication. So I concede that I am part of the fortunate few. In my opinion – anything HEALTHY that helps you live life better is a definite must. My medication makes me VERY hungry – I’m at least 5 times the size I was before I took it – but now I can manage life (sometimes) much better than I did before. And the medication has other impacts: I am groggy in the morning, I stay hungry, the sleeping tabs don’t always work (though I don’t those continously). So it ain’t all sunshine and roses, and I certainly don’t get high. I also go to therapy once a week, journal, blog, colour in, spend time with my kids etc. So on meds – a yes please for me – alongside a mental health program that promotes all round wellness.
People with psychiatric illness are just like chronic somethings, and society at large should be afraid of us. If I base this on how I am, the truth is that I am probably my own worst enemy. There was a saying on Tumblr that said: Depression is continually roasting yourself. Emphasis on roast and continuous. And yes there are some mentally ill people who do scary things, but they are the minority, and most times the mental illness link is vague if at all. So there is nothing to be scared about. If you are however interested in learning how to get back up when you regularly fall but have to find the strength anyway, interested in getting through a wash of emotion, interested in understanding how to be sad and grieve – I, and most people with mental illness have BUCKET loads to teach you. And we will probably share your sadness or joy, wipe your tears and hug you in a way that you have not felt before. Because we know. Because we are experts in doing that kind of stuff. You can, without fear or favour – call me a master in dealing with everyday with emotions and other side splitting symptoms amplified.
So to those at the dinner party – put the freaking DSM away, stop finding fault with yourself, and pay ’nuff respect to people with mental illness. And if you don’t stop the discrimination we will start a movement where we will name and shame you publically on a website called: The Nervous Narcissistic Normal Namecallers.com. We will broadcast that you choose to pry on some of society’s most vulnerable – and often beautiful – beings. So respect us – each and every one – ’cause we damn well deserve it. Be part of those who support us as opposed to those who don’t. I am 4M’s Bipolar Mom.